Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Franke to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.